One Shots

What Happens In The Woods... (MxF)

“No, Elliot. We can not go in there,” Wyn whispered in a tight voice while holding his wrist.

They were parked at the trailhead of the ‘Disappearing Woods’--cleverly re-named as such because almost everyone that went in never came out.

Elliot chuckled, “You can’t seriously believe the stories about this place. The police have combed these woods time and time again and each time they find nothing, Wyn. It’s totally safe.”

Wyn looked out the windshield at the dark woods. It was eerie being here when her instincts told her to run.

Everyone had been told about the woods and the darkness it held since the 1800s. This forest was like the boogeyman of their small town and the boogeyman had taken many innocent souls in the town’s history. You do not go in there--at all--and especially not after dark.

Even if there weren’t supernatural or otherworldly forces at work, it was still stupid to wander the woods at night.

“It’s only one night, Wyn. We camp for one night to prove that nothing nefarious is going on and then we leave in the morning. We’ll be staying just a little past the tree line. I had Paul, Caleb, and Sam come pitch the tent for us earlier and it should just be right off the trail,” he coaxed.

“What if we don’t walk out tomorrow,” Wyn whispered. She couldn’t help but think of her friend Sams’ great-uncle who disappeared in these woods.

Sure, Wyn hadn’t known the man, but Sam had and that made the ‘bed-time tales’ about this place all the more real.

Some said it was a serial killer who lived in the woods, some said it was some yetti-s***h-wolf monster man, some said it was the Devil--but all could agree that something was going on.

There was even an official sign at the trailhead that stated how many people had gone missing with their last known whereabouts at the trail and the numbers had been steadily climbing since the sign was put up in 2010.

“We will, Wyn. Don’t you trust me, baby,” he pulled her face to him by her chin and kissed her, taking her thoughts away, but the nagging ‘Don’t Do It’ was still there.

“I’ll even do that thing you like,” he whispered against her lips.

She gasped, her lower abdomen suddenly filled with liquid desire, “Really, El? You never want to do that.”

He chuckled lightly and kissed her again, “I don’t like hurting you, baby, but if it takes your mind off of where we are then I will. I’ll f**k you until the sun comes up just to prove that we will make it and be able to tell our tale tomorrow.”

She groaned as he pulled away with a smirk. He knew he had already won.

“Fine, but do you still have that machete in the back,” she suddenly looked back at the woods, thinking that she saw something from her peripherals, but after a moment she saw nothing.

But she could’ve sworn she saw...eyes...

“I do, and I’ll bring it, okay? Grab the pack and let’s go,” he said as he opened his door and went to the back of his truck.

She took a deep breath and got out, opening the back door and grabbing the supplies for the night before meeting up with Elliot at the front of the truck.

Elliot turned her around and grabbed the flashlight on the side of the pack before turning it on and shining it at the beginning of the trail.

He grabbed her hand and smiled, “You ready?”

Her stomach was in knots as she turned back to the trail, “No, but I’ll do this for you.”

She heard him chuckle and then felt him kiss the top of her head, “And that’s why I love you.”

Wyn let Elliot guide her to the trail and she held her breath as they passed the treeline. She was officially in the Disappearing Woods.

After a moment of them walking Elliot stopped at a tree that had a red ribbon around it, “This is where we go in,” he stated.

She groaned. It was different on the trail then it would be in the actual woods. The forest was dense, there was a strange fog covering the ground, and she still felt that gut instinct to run.

As he guided her further, she saw that many of the trees had red ribbons, guiding them to their campsite, or guiding the boys out of the woods and back to the safety of the trail.

Either way, it was the fact that you even needed the ribbons in the first place or you would get turned around and surely go in circles trying to find your way out.

At last, they came upon a tent in the middle of a small clearing.

“Go ahead and set up the sleeping bags and the lantern inside. I’m just going to go grab some logs for a fire,” he said.

But she grabbed his wrist again, “Don’t leave me alone, El. We don’t need a fire. We already ate and we don’t need the light. Let’s just get in the tent and fool around.”

He looked down at her and smirked, “You ready for Daddys’ big d**k?”

She wanted so badly to roll her eyes and chuckle, but she knew that this was his way of telling her that he would give her what she wanted and what she wanted was to hurry into the safety of the flimsy tent so she went along with it, “Yes, Daddy. Please?”

“Okay, let’s set up our sleeping bags and then we can play,” he smiled and took his sleeping bag from the top of the pack on Wyns back.

He unzipped the tent and unrolled his sleeping bag, opening it for padding from the hard ground. He then came back and grabbed the small lantern that hung from the side of the pack and clicked it on, hanging it from the ceiling of the tent.

“Your room awaits,” he gestured for her to get in.

She chuckled and toed her boots off before crouching into the tent and then placing the pack off to the side.

After Elliot got in with her he sealed them in with both flaps and turned to her, “Thank you for doing this. Can you imagine what everyone’s going to say when we see them tomorrow? We’ll be legends, Wyn.”

She was terrified to be here, but with him smiling at her with that boyish grin and those bright brown eyes that were glowing with excitement...she loved him and would do anything just to see him this happy.

She couldn’t stop the grin as it grew on her lips, “I f*****g love you, El. You know that?”

He grinned as well before crawling the short distance to her and pushing her down onto the sleeping bag, “I love you too, Wyn. Now, I think I promised you something and you know I keep my promises.”

She giggled as he suddenly yanked her yoga pants off in one fluid motion and threw them to the side.

“It seems you’re just as hungry for me as I am for you, Daddy,” she purred as he stripped himself of his shirt.

“You have no idea,” he growled and then pushed her shirt up and pulled it off her body.

He placed open-mouthed kisses along her neck as he unclasped her bra and pulled it away.

Wyn was panting as he kissed down her chest and into the valley of her breasts. Her n*****s were peaked and in need of his attention and he did not disappoint.

Taking one of the buds between his teeth, he bit down like he knew she liked and when he heard her moan he smiled and laved his tongue over the perked bud.

Wyn was in heaven as Elliot kissed and licked and sucked on her, and as her mind began to forget where she was she heard what sounded like sticks breaking from what seemed like a few feet away.

She gasped and her eyes shot open, “El? I think I heard something.”

He unlatched, but kept rolling the other bud between his fingers, and looked up into her eyes, “It’s probably just a curious deer, Wyn. We are in the woods. Now relax, baby and let me make you feel good.”

He brought his mouth back down to her breast and continued where he left off while also managing to slip out of his jeans.

Her soft pants and moans had him pulling the band of her thong down her legs and throwing it on the growing pile of clothes.

“Elliot, please,” she whimpered as she opened her legs for him.

He began kissing her down her body, nipping her and listening to her little gasps of pleasure, “I know what you need, baby. Just relax, Wyn.”

And as his lips met with her core she couldn’t help but lean up and watch the show she put on for her.

He ate her like a man starved, he licked at her like she was the most delicious ice cream, and he sucked her clït like it was a cherry red sucker and she was crying out in pleasure for it all.

Elliot was really too good at this and he soon had Wyn shaking with her impending climax.

He seemed to know it as he pulled away and flipped her over.

Wyn put her ass in the air and felt a small smile form on the lips as she bit the bottom one. She knew what was next and she wouldn’t let the curious deer that suddenly seemed closer scare her out of her well-deserved pleasure.

As she felt the first slap of his hand against her ass cheek she moaned and pushed her ass out more for him.

He might not have liked spanking her, but she f*****g loved it.

“You want Daddy inside of you as he spanks your little ass,” he said in a low and teasing voice.

“Yes, Daddy. Please,” she begged in a whimper.

And when he entered her she groaned at the stretch until his hips were settled against her ass.

He spanked her again, “Such a good girl, taking all of my dîck like this.”

She looked over her shoulder and saw him looking down at where they joined as he thrust into her. His look of concentration and pure lust set her off.

Her climax was quickly coming back with every thrust of his c**k inside of her, with every slap of his hand against her ass, and with every grunt of approval.

And when he grabbed her hips and began pounding into her like a primitive caveman, she knew she was almost there.

“I’m gonna c*m, Daddy,” she whimpered as she fisted the sleeping bag.

“Fück, me too, baby,” he groaned and when she came hard, her core pulsing as she groaned, he came as well, shooting his thick milky ropes inside of her.

They stayed joined as he caught his breath with a soothing hand on her back.

“Are you okay now,” he asked in a teasing tone as he pulled out.

She sighed and rolled over to make room for him beside her, “Yeah. Sorry I was so scared. I mean...it’s just trees, right?”

He smiled and laid beside her, pulling her into his grasp and laying her head on his chest, “Right, Wyn. Just trees. And in the morning we’ll be town Gods because we stayed the night.”

He suddenly chuckled, “We fücked in the woods. Can you believe that?”

She couldn’t help the giggle, “I can’t believe it was in these woods too.”

“I love you. Thank you again,” he kissed the top of her head.

She leaned up and turned off the lantern before laying back down, “I love you too, El, but don’t say thank you until we’re out and safe,” she whispered with a grin.

As her mind drifted into sleep she’s thought she’d heard sticks breaking just outside the tent, but was quick to reassure herself that it was just that same deer.

***

“That is...” he took a deep breath and tried his hardest to tame his churning stomach, “That’s got to be the most f****d up thing I’ve ever seen in all my years on the force.”

Detective Harris was standing with a group of police officers at the edge of the tree line that overlooked the riverbank that ran through the woods.

His eyes wanted to look anywhere but the two mangled bodies that lie at the river’s edge.

They were naked and their limbs were broken in different angles. The stench was ungodly and the dried blood and all the wounds that painted and marked the two were...

Well, Detective Harris has never seen anything like it.

It seemed to be that the couple had been there for a few days, maybe even a week and the woodland creatures had started taking their share.

Every time he got a call about disappearances in these woods and he came to retrieve the body, he’d always managed to not throw up, but the sight of these two...

They looked to be young lovers and Detective Harris was sure that the shredded tent they’d found about a hundred yard back was there’s, all that was left was a DNA analysis of who they are and maybe why they were in these woods in the first place.

“We think we found the weapon,” someone said from beside him.

He turned and looked down at a doe-eyed woman, “What is it?”

She had a sickened look on her face as she stared at the two bodies that seemed to have taken their last few moments to look into each other’s eyes, “A rusted machete, Detective. We’ll test it for prints, but...”

“But we probably won’t find anything,” he sighed as he finished her thought.

The two young lovers were just the newest souls the woods had managed the capture in its never-ending hunger for blood, for fear, notoriety.

The more people heard about the woods, the more they came, the more disappearances and dead bodies there were.

“We really should just fence up or barricade these woods,” the police officer said in thought.

“We should, but that won’t stop people from coming, from scaling the fence and getting in and becoming another number.”

The Disappearing Woods would always get new people in its grasp, people who were curious, who were ‘brave and fearless’.

Detective Harris snorted quietly, ‘Stupid and reckless, more like it,’ he thought.

He watched the coroners put the bodies in the black body bags and onto stretchers to be taken out and back into town for examination.

“We’ll call you and tell you what we find,” one of them said as they passed him.

He sighed and looked back down at the doe-eyed woman at his side, “Make sure to search within a few hundred feet of the campsite and here for anything.”

She nodded solemnly, “We will, Sir...”

He heard the ‘but’ without her saying it but turned around and followed the coroners out and back to the safety of his car.

The forest seemed to cackle at his attempt to elude it once again as he heard the call of birds from the treetops and the whipping of the wind.

‘Not me,’ he thought with a clenched jaw as he sped out and onto the highway, the woods in his rearview mirror.

No one knew what it was that took people, that mangled people, or even why, but Detective Harris made it a point to never stay more than 30 minutes in the woods at any given time and never close to dawn or dusk.

He wouldn’t be another number on a growing list of numbers.

′Not me,′ he promised himself.